Beauty for the lake

The Nature Girls. When I was in elementary I started a club in our village of Unalakleet for my baby sister and her friends. Part of our mission was to beautify our small community. We transplanted willow shrubs and wild flowers from the tundra to barren areas of the village. Most plants didn’t take but I can guarantee there are willows alive today that were our handiwork. I also tasked our small club of cleaning up the lake area behind the old house. It was called Johnson’s lake after our last name. We also did arts and crafts projects. Then we started having bake sales to fund our club picnics. I felt so bad for embezzling some of the funds for myself I walked away from the leadership position and left my younger sister in charge. Then I went on to create CCC. Community Cleanup Crew. It was only my older sister Crystal, my cousin Beverly and I. We picked up trash around the Johnson’s lake and I tried to come up with a way to tackle the algae problem in the lake. I dreamed of introducing platypus because algae was a part of their diet from what I gathered. Then more research led to the discovery of their poisonous barbs on their back feet. That was no longer an option, not that they would survive our harsh winters up there anyway. I liked collecting lake water and looking at it under a microscope at school. Most of the time I just asked my teacher to use the microscope and they usually always said yes. I had big plans for our community at such a young age and actually tried to implement my ideas. I proposed to the city to plant trees around our village to help with erosion because our village is built on a sand spit. All these cute clubs were in honor of my mom but no one knew that. One day I will build my mom her own home on Blueberry Hill where our family owns land. Our Auliye family is quite intelligent when it came to picking land and in the ways of our ancestors. The only thing my mom ever wanted was her very own home. I want the pleasure of giving that to her because it would be out of love. The woman who gave birth to me, loved me for me, my Mom. The love I have for you will never fade regardless of drunken actions, regardless of lost time. A mother’s love will change the world. Women warriors Rise. Our time is here to explode in love. Love the person God created you to be, because there is nothing more beautiful to me than a mother’s love. It will endure the ages as long as the earth endures but we are the ones who must make change and it starts with realizing how beautiful you are, how truly loved you are, how Amazing you are. How very capable we are when we cheer for each other and lift each other up.